So today I had quite an interesting visit. Here's the story:
Her name was Amelia. (No, not Bedelia...although that's all that went through my head the whole time.) She was a sweet, sweet girl! She came w/ her mom and younger sister to check out the school. Because Amelia hadn't been feeling well today, they decided to skip going to class, so I ended up giving their tour instead of a student rep. As we exited the Chapel, Amelia didn't feel well again. Her mom asked her if she needed to sit down, and she did. So she sat on the curb outside of the chapel. I thought we'd wait there for a couple minutes until she felt better, but it wasn't long until she THREW UP! Poor thing! I felt so bad for her! At least she felt better after that!
However, here's the preface to the story:
I am deathly afraid of throwing up. I have not done it in at least like 10 years...not even exaggerating. I have no idea when the last time was. I panic at the least bit of nausea.
Here's the afterword to the story:
I am now afraid that I'm going to throw up because I was around her. All of a sudden my stomach doesn't feel well and my head hurts. I was already a hypochondriac...this sure didn't help!
And that, my friends, was a first for the LCC Admissions Office.